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Heat Wave- Part 9

Caitlin stormed through the West Wing, not really having any direction. 'I can't believe him! What the hell gives him the right. I....' She was so angry she couldn't even think.

"Caitlin! Caitlin!" Donna called out to her as Caitlin rushed past her desk. When Caitlin didn't respond Donna jumped up and raced after her. "What's wrong?" she asked when she caught up to her.

"I'll tell you what's wrong. I'm an idiot."

"What? Why?"

"For thinking that Sam Seaborn is anything beyond an asshole."

"What happened?" Donna asked.

"He..." Caitlin stopped as she saw Sam bound through the corridor towards his office. "I'll explain later." She said to Donna as she turned to follow Sam. She was going to have this out right now.

She caught up with him just as he entered his office. She walked in right behind him and slammed the door shut.

"Wha..." he began

"Shut up. You had no right to treat me like that, in general but especially in front of the senior staff. Maybe you've forgotten who my father is?"

"No I haven't but I think you have."

"I didn't do anything wrong. And who are you to judge me? You slept with a hooker, you hypocrite."

"Call girl. And I didn't know."

"Did you even know her last name?"

"I...I...we're not talking about me. We're talking about your little tryst."

"What the hell is the matter with you today? Did something happen? Tell me Sam. Give me some explanation on why you turned on me like that. What caused this?"

"You caused this. You and your behavior."

"What did I do? You can't honestly believe that I slept with him last night?"

"Why not, you practically had sex with him in front of everyone."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"That little display last night at the reception."

"We were dancing!"

"That was not just dancing."

"How would you know, you don't dance remember?"

"What, just because I didn't want to dance with you, you threw yourself at the first guy that showed a little attention?"

"Threw myself at him? He asked ME to dance."

"That's because men can sense when women are so pathetic and desperate for attention that they'll do anything to have it."

"So now I'm desperate and pathetic?" she said getting even angrier. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Why else would he have made such a fuss over you if he didn't think you'd be an easy score..." Even as the words left his mouth he wanted to take them back. But he couldn't they hung there in the air, ringing over and over in his ears.

Caitlin just stood there as if Sam had physically slapped her. She felt tears stinging at her eyes but she refused to shed them in front of him. Wouldn't want him to think she was even more pathetic. "You son of a bitch."

"Caitlin, I..." he began walking towards her arms outstretched to take her arms. Now he was the one that was desperate. Desperate to make her understand. Feeling that if he touched her it would make the words go away. That she would feel his regret and stop looking at him the way she was, like he had just killed her best friend. In a way he did.

"Don't" she said backing away. "Don't touch me. Don't come near me." She turned and threw open the door hurrying towards the bathroom unable to hold back her tears any longer.


TBC

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